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Friday, 4 January 2019

Chameleon woman

Once happy knowing herself, she walked full of confidence and promise into the unknown world of connection. Seeking new adventures and revelations, to learn new thoughts and ways to live in the world. She fought those who tried to squash her, or cause her harm. She grew to know only the cruelty that was the people around her.

Chameleon sat in the stillness in her own state. Forever mindful of the hot suns rays. From out of nowhere came a herd of people, without thought or desires they simply inhabited her space. Like a flood she heard their inner most thoughts, their desires and their tears the fears that they shared not. Insecurities that rot them to the core, responsibility for their lives abandoned to instant pleasures and gratification. She finds herself feeling more than her original bliss, more than the body absorbing suns kiss. Wave upon wave break over her head, she is struggling to breath, to feel the thoughts flow in her own head. Suffocating on unshielded remorse or unrequited love or was it after all the conceited wish to simply be loved. Known to the whole world for doing precisely nothing, these animals were strange in the importance they put on such things. 

She looked in one direction to feel panic and pain. Another brought joy but there it was, momentary food gluttony and then again. Yet another brought love and an intangible kind of ignorance, still further she searched for something more and a lot different. They were a group craving a group, they didn't belong and yet knew they could. Standing there with the technology of the day connecting to everyone yet not to those a stone throw away. Connecting to the world on metaphysical lines, but wanting the connection physical touch brings. 

The chameleon had lost herself in all this, her skin had changed quite a hundred times, to keep up with the feelings that washed through a now animal mind. Wave upon wave came from this ocean to wash over her consciousness and abrade her devotion to herself. Adapting thousands of times to the non essential, frivolousness of the collective animal. But as the sun died his temporary death, below the earths surface to his transitory place of rest, the human animals departed for the seeming safety of their homes. To wallow yet further in the days unconcerns. Putting their heads in the sand with films and with drink. With anything that might help them to sink, into unconscious peaceful oblivion and away from life's hard plans and sweaty stink.

Suddenly alone, confusion sets in. She has become nothing but a reaction machine. All her energy that was inside at the beginning of the day, was taken up with forever changing to this now gone herds emotional play. All sense of self lost. All energy to find it gone. She puts her head in the sand and wishes the life to be drowned out of her reptilian bones. Dreamless sleep was not meant to be, as they came forth as does a tyrant of bees. Stinging her into feeling the pain of being a live, knowing the knowledge that she can't just lay down and die. She rises in the cold midnight air, breathing in deeply and seeing the moon smiling at her. The moon asks her what she would do now, if all the worlds freedom was hers for the making. He asked her what she liked of her past, what she wanted from her future. She could only stand looking aghast. He sat there when she cried, laughed in the face of a seeming danger. Chameleon searched inwardly to the deepest parts of herself, she knew she was blessed but the not answers of the moons questions did her jest. So she searched on in her internal quest. Changing color like the shifting sky, through sunrise, to midday when the sun was again out to play. To evening and sunset and repeating all that. Night after night she would she his gentle face,  no wiser in the relentless days passing, missed. After one whole year and one whole day, the full moons face shone her way. He asked her again.

Chameleon women whispered that love is what she remembered, although hard to come by. Continually being molded by past stories like a lump of unrefined clay. Moon asked again feigning the inability to hear. She spoke again, this time with frustration a little more clear. As she did so, a myriad colors glimmered under her skin. Subdued by their depth but with a willingness to thrive therein. Full moon smiled at her answer. Chameleon i will grant you one wish, for you have given me great joy and great sadness together in one delectable dish. i have watched you for a year and a day,  your color shifting like the ever active thoughts inside you unable to obey. The answer was simple, but you didn't trust it when the question was first asked. Like a prince who has to go on a mission to find hardship before he can be king. You needed to find yourself and what was within. You are the strongest of your kind that i ever had pleasure to watch in the din. I wish you to come to me in my realm, but leave you free to take up your own path. Know that i love you.

In that moment chameleon women spoke, she asked to have wings to fly away from the earth. Far away from the noisy consciousnesses of the animals here. To find a place where she could be herself, embalmed in serenities embrace. Souring through the emptiness of space. She wanted to fly closer to the sun and feel his unhindered warmth. Bath in the moons tranquility and feel the safety within his gentle magnetic pull. The moon was a little a taken back. Never in all his lifetime had he expected this. This creature would come to his domain and live a life so like his own. He was born to loneliness and now not alone.

Saturday, 16 January 2016

My first thrift shop adventure

A friend told me about the great finds she bought at a thrift shop a few weeks back and when i was passing one a couple of weeks ago i decided to go in and take a look. I have to admit to having a bit of a barrier about going into these places because while i like the idea of recycling and using things, i didn't think much of the quality a few years ago when i looked in a charity shop. The idea of getting rid of almost new quality things to a place that will sell them at a good price to others and make money for a good cause is great. I have supported this over many years dropping off bags of unwanted things, always finding it easier than simply throwing nice things away. Having found the quality wasn't great before i didn't bother to check out more. I have to also admit a bit of a snob in me associating these places with a feeling you must be desperate to shop there. This is more an association from school where there were always jokes about charity shops and poor people to put it nicely. But going, exploring and seeing the change in these shops was a wonderful surprise. Lovely quality items at a great price. You get a bargain and the shop gets money towards a great cause.

My favorite thing about this new experience is that i have the feeling of finding a creative treasure trove within which the artist in me comes forward. Since moving to the Netherlands i have missed some of the things that don't fit into the highly specific and stylized way of decorating houses, wearing clothes, making restaurant interiors and much more. Even the plants are designed, or this is my feeling anyway. While i love style i thing there should be space for an individual to add their own flair to the mix. For myself i love real wooden furniture, stylized pieces with a bit of wild thrown in.

This experience also made me realize that new isn't necessarily better particularly with this new fashion for fake wooden furniture and endlessly consumerist attitude with buying and getting rid of really great pretty much new things. I am also a culprit of this. With this new fashion of heightened consumerism the quality of things are going down while the price seems to be the same or higher.  have been going almost once a week to a local thrift store finding beautiful things to fuel my artistic license into playing. Not to mention the amazing piano which has given me no end of joy in these last weeks. Playing music by Ludovico Ienaudi and relearning Beethoven's Moonlight sonata late at night in my dance studio.

I strongly suggest the following people search a thrift store out (if you haven't already done so):
  • Vintage clothes lovers
  • Quality furniture searchers. Especially if you have some basic skills with sanding, varnish and painting.
  • Artist in search of... materials, paints, wool, canvas's, picture frames, odd suprise things you never thought to search for but are the finishing touch to a piece you have been searching for. 
  • Small business wanting to get basic furniture for offices and other business type setups. 
  • Interior designers and decorators who want to find interesting things to tweak a final look.
  • Book worms may get lost and come out arms full of books.
  • Mad hatters beware, find the right thrift store and there are hats galore, sorry for the rhyme couldn't resist.

With some love and care there are some beautiful additions to my home and wardrobe waiting out there, not to mention the endless amount of things to get creative with. I realised on my first visit that the quality is in many cases higher in a thrift shop than in some highstreet shops. Not to mention the beautiful things people have brought back from which ever they used to live in or visited on holiday. With a discerning eye you can cut through the things of no value and unique items you can't get anywhere else in hte place where you are living.

Just remember if you are thinking to search a thrift shop (charity shop) out, they are not all made the same. Many are great, some are not. Some have a huge choice in clothing whiles others specialize in office furniture.

Happy exploring!

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Wednesday, 6 January 2016

Paulo Coelho quote for the new year


Just reading The Winner stands alone by Paulo Coelho and came across these lines yesterday. While searching for a completely unrelated thing just now i came across the quote again. A little ray of wisdom for the new year.

I highly recommend this author if you haven't already found him.

Another envoking quote is:

Beautiful quote by JeannetteWinterson